Poetry by
Gregory McIntyre

words came thick and fast in my past off the cuff from the pen it was easier then

chatter chat chat went the typewriter flat out and spat out my words, again and again

chatter chat ding the typewriter would sing way back then when I sat and kept back not a thing

now many years later I kept the cheese grater the chatter chat chat is a sound from the past

now many years later it’s a sound I can’t hear yet nothing else sounds so sweet to my ear